Secrets

Ever the fan of non-traditional Valentine's Day or QuirkyAlone Day (otherwise known as anti-compulsory dating day) celebrations, this year, I chose to attend the Post Secret event with a good friend.  Hearing Frank Warren speak, sharing his own personal history and the secrets that have been shared with him over the years caused me to think about my own secrets. 

Like Frank said, "There are two kinds of secrets: those we keep from others, and the ones we hide from ourselves."

I pondered which kind of secrets would form a lengthier column if I were to analyze, write them down, measure them and give them a life of their own on a sheet of paper.  Some of these secrets I consciously acknowledge and have made into intricate postcards, mailing them to PostSecret in an effort to somehow purge them, yet retain them as my truth at the same time.  Some of my secrets, I have recently reached the realization, I am too afraid to face myself.  I know they are there, lurking in the depths of my brain.  Yet, I turn my thoughts to other things when they creep in to my consciousness.  Maybe they are more fears than secrets?  I’m not sure. 

What I do know is the fabric of my life has been woven rich and deep, filled with experiences and moments that take my breath away when I reflect on how lucky I've been and the spectrum of experiences that have filled my days.  The friends that reach out to me, the amazing connections I've formed, people I adore but have yet to meet in person; my life list has been running long and far and way before the movie, TheBucket List, ever saw the big screen.

Yet there are things I'm still working on, still polishing, waiting for the proper amount of growth, things I’m nurturing and finding energy to put in effort to bring to fruition or trying to find peace within myself.  Those are the secrets I am finding my own personal comfort level with and learning to love, because those secrets also contribute to who I am today.   The triumphs and trials I've endured all define who I am and I’m fortunate to call this incredible “life” my own.

Have you ever sent a secret to PostSecret?